Blood Red Rose

The Story of a devil's wish

Did you want something so bad, you would kill yourself for? Have you ever wanted someone that it ripped through your ligiments until it numbs? Would you dare?

A/N: This is switching over to the point of view of Pepito, if you old readers get confused, well this is a better way of writing for me in my opinion. Cheers!

Chapter One

Questioning

Can you feel the warmth? No, it was never there...

I stand in the doorway of my bedroom. Not any ordinary bedroom, mind you, but the bedroom of the Second Coming of Damnation, the Devil's Advocate, Demon Child, Alter Boy of Satan, me...I'm the one they address as Pepito. I have a problem, it's not a normal everyday problem for me. It's not like blew up a nun, actually I did but that's another reason beyond itself.

I'm turning the age of 16 pretty soon and I'm a sophmore at some random high school. I attend the school with Todd, better known by classmates as Squee, Casil or 'Hey kid move!'. Ignorence has spread to the teenage wastoids and made them like every other filthy bugger on this undesecrated rock. We have become mutual friends over the years. Todd has grown away from being afraid of me, but he does freak when he sees little babies fly in the air on fire. According to Todd the bear,Shmee, has stopped talking to him ever since he turned 13.

I wear what a typical demon teenager could possibly wear. I'm fitted with a black shirt saying 'no one can see the clowns above my head' in red letters and black pants with red stitching. I have natural black nails stand off of my light tan skin. My eyeliner is faded, I look like a street tramp really. Heh, aren't they fun? Oh, but there is no time to tell you of my many vices.

I look across from my room to see an opened door. I can hear something coming from the corrider. I idily saunter in to see no one in the room. I peer under the bed to find a girl scratching words into the bottom of her bed post. Her black hair covered her big oval eyes tinted a honey brown. I clear my throat, catching her attention.

" Uh, hermana, what are you doing down there?" I asked the girl. She cocked her head to my question. "Nothing special Pepito, but something is up with you." she said with an accent blended in her voice. "Myra, I need to ask a question but do we have to do it under your bed?" I asked another stupid question.Myra relunctently crawled up from under her bed, revealing her horns poking through her black hair. She wears a red shirt saying 'i am the lord of the dance' on the front so we moch until the sun rises' on the back in black letters. She wears black baggy pants and old 80's boots.

Myra is a half-sibling of mine, if you really want to know. She was bound to live with us after a freak accident involving radioactive fire flies eating her parents. Father wanted her stay because of the mere fact Myra is destined, against her wishes, to be the Next Grim Reaper. There's no threat to the throne, if you would dare think so. Souvanistic as it sounds, the male child will always inherit the crown of the damned even if the oldest is a girl. I wouldn't mind if the rules flex to our modern-day thinking but this is not a democracy...

I shuffle my feet and look at the ground. I can hear her tap her foot steadily against the floor, awaiting my question. "What would you do if you had some evolved feelings for another person?" I asked gingerly. She cocked her head, making her pin straight hair fall in front of her light latino skin. "Does this involve a motel?" she asked. I squinted my eyes and shook my head, indication that she's a lunatic for asking such a preposterous question. Besides, that was last week...

"Sorry, go on..." she said with a small smile. I breathed a sigh and relunctently started to speak. "I may like this person, but that person doesn't really like me. The person is really shy and gets scared when I do bad things. I don't know if the person hates me or the person just doesn't trust me because of my heritage..." I began. "You mean they're racist about our Spanish heritage!" she accused. "NO! The OTHER part!" I yelled. "Oh..." she sayed, feeling her horn of ivory. "Does the person understand the person behind the horns or only see the advocate?" she asked me. "I don't...know..."

Todd...

" Well, is this person go by the name of Todd Casil?" she asked, I turn my head toward her. "N-No!" I yelled. "Uh huh...then why are you red?" Myra answered. I sigh and just shook my head. "Why me...why now, why me..." I mutter. Myra just kicks her legs idily in the air while biting down on her lower lip.

"Myra, do you think this is wrong...?" I ask, Myra look at me with concern. "Why would you ever think that?" she asked. "Well...you know it's not understanding and with the crown for grabs I just didn't think..." I said with tears swelling, "I shouldn't be like this..."

"That's horse shit" Myra yells, " You should never ever think any less of you! I actually think you should be proud you actually feel." I just shake my head. "Proud of being a flamer! I don't want to be like this! I'm a guy that should like girls! I've gone out, de-prud and de-virginize girls for this time and I found out I'm a fag and you want me to be proud?" She just looks at me. "You can feel, though. Normal demons can't even do that much...do you not see the gift you possess?"

I look at her with swelled eyes. "Myra, I don't know if I can do this..." Myra smiles and flips back some of her hair behind her pierced ears. "You can and will, for your own benefit. Before you know it, Todd may end up obsolete like the neighbor that drags bodies across our yard every Thursday." I nod and walked back into my room.

Fuck...

To tell Todd or not to tell Todd, that is the question. Is it by another other thought in my head that sets me into such a quandery such as this is impossible. If by chance I think another damn that thought until I've resolved this one. Yes, I sound too Shakespearean...shove it I'm not in the mood. I reak of guilt. I want to let him know and yet I don't...mostly for my own sexuality reasons. Clearly this is not the easiest thing I've ever concocted.

Father slides into my room with a mysterious flair. "Pepito, you're thinking more than usual, is there something the matter?" he inquired. Like I'll tell you...you're the last person who would ever comprehend a virture such as fond emotion. "Nothing, Father, just thinking about a test on a couple of days." Father pursed his lips, as if he wanted to ensnare me in my own twisted lie. "Very well, I'll see you at dinner..." and on that note he left. I let out a sigh, he's so hard to get off my back.

Maybe this will be a good thing...

On the other hand...everything goes wrong

End of Chapter One

HDM: It sounds a hell of a lot better in my opinion...XP

HDM's Advice: Never just dream your dream, live it, be it, become it.